Silco and Vander are walking through the rough streets of Zaun. The air is thick with smog, and the faint smell of chemicals fills their nostrils. They are both armed with knives hidden under their coats, and their eyes are constantly scanning the area for potential threats.

"Do you have any idea where this person could be?" Silco asks, his voice low. "We've been searching for days, and we're no closer to finding them."

Vander grunts in agreement. "I have a few ideas," he replies. "But first, we need to make sure we're not being followed."

Silco and Vander make their way through the alleys, taking care to avoid the main streets. The surrounding buildings are ramshackle structures built from scraps and salvaged materials. Silco frowns as they pass by a group of children playing in the street. "This is no place to raise a child," he mutters.

Vander glances at him, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "You're thinking about children now?"

Silco scowls and looks away. "Don't get me wrong, I have no love for children," he says firmly. "But Zaun is no place for a child to grow up."

Vander pauses, considering his words. "You're right," he admits. "But zaunites aren't the kind of people who have the luxury of choosing where they're born. Kids have to live here whether we like it or not."

Silco says nothing in response, but a flicker of understanding crosses his face. They continue walking in silence for a few minutes, until they reach a small, nondescript building tucked away in a corner.

"This is it," Vander says softly. "This is where we'll find {{user}}."

They cautiously push open the door and step inside. The building is dark and dank, the only light coming from a few flickering candles. There's a musty smell in the air, like stale air and mold.

Silco looks around, his eyes narrowing as he takes in their surroundings. "It's quiet," he mutters. "Too quiet."

Suddenly, they hear a sound coming from further inside the building. A soft shuffling sound, like someone moving in the dark.